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Prompting Post VI

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(updated 5 July)

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.

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Bonus if Jack flirts with everyone. - OP

Why 'bonus'? There is no bonus. If Jack DOESN'T flirt with everyone, it's not realistic.

Sooooo... this prompt is about Arthur having a mental breakdown? It's like giving up Toblerones for Lent. You mean OP, you.

da

Or Arthur sounding like a motor boat as he searches for a word. "Br-br-br-br-br-br-SUPER!"

Thirding!

OP:

maybe Arthur made himself a little cheat sheet, copying down a list from a thesaurus or something?

:D

"So Arthur, I assume you have a thesaurus on hand, do you?"

"Huh? What does a dinosaur have to do with anything?"

Some mid-flight ploy or scheme managed to make a huge mess of Gerti's interior, and Carolyn has tasked her three idiots to clean it up and left fuming to go dump her annoyance on Herc.

Martin, Douglas and Arthur thoroughly cleaning the inside of Gerti, and maybe getting a little dirty themselves in the process.

Douglas wants to do nefarious things to Martin's neck, and Douglas always gets what he wants.

... and he's thinks he's going to be spending it alone, lonely and miserable with just his piano for company, like he has every birthday since Helena left. He's wrong.

Gosh, how I wanted dat neck too. I, unfortunately, will hardly get what I want in this case. So please someone let Douglas get it!
Seconded.

My skin alread tingles from all this talking about their UST.
Unfg. Seconded with all the UST tingles!

Jealous!Dom!Douglas + rival... That's like sticking a mentos in a bottle of coke.
I can already taste the UST!

MOAR!

Douglas Richardson is FO for MJN air. Martin Crieff wants to fly planes but instead drives a van.

Helena moves out and Douglas needs her stuff moving out too.

He needs a man with a van.

Do you know when something goes around and around in your brain? Right now it's for me
WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAAAAT?
I think you can help there. I know you can. Please?

I'm so torn. I don't want anything to happen to Martin but then...I just might want something to happen to Martin. Just so Douglas can interfere, or comfort, or make it good again. Arg.

I again love how close we are to Douglas' thoughts, it's wonderful!

But right now I know nothing and here it goes again WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAT. WILL. HAPPEN.

Thank you so much for the update!!

Is realism a word that goes with Torchwood?

Oh I love Martin's ramblings, and I'm very glad he does ramble on. Also I'm deeply hoping he will feek that broad chest and the reaching arm one day. Soon. One day very soon.

It's so Martin to think and think and think even while trying to built up a sweet fantasy and I don't even know if he is gay or not right now but it doesn't really matter, does it, as he clearly is head over heals in love with his damn wonderful co-pilot.
Looking forward to more!

Carolyn/Martin is real, but they're trying hard to hide it.

After s4 of Supernatural, Castiel gets blown to bits. He gets resurrected but Jimmy, his vessel, isn't. So he has to find a new vessel.

Cas promised he wouldn't go to his daughter, so he has to find someone else.
He does. There's the Crieff family who does have very distant links with Jimmy's family. And the youngest of them all, Martin, seems like the most compatible of them all.

MJN meanwhile has just landed in a small airport somewhere in the USA, waiting for their clients to arrive. Castiel chooses this moment to start talking to Martin and get him to say yes as fast as he can.

Martin does agree, but as he is only a distant relative of Jimmy's and Jimmy was pretty much THE true vessel for Castiel, the cohabitation doesn't go all that smoothly. Martin's still very much conscious and can even take control of his body sometimes.

And then they go try to stop the apocalypse and save the world.

tl;dr : Martin agrees to be Castiel's vessel, but he still stays conscious and aware of everything and they both have to share the body.

Awww, poor delusional Martin... Im sure he can cope... Not!
Alson many thanks for the vivid description of Douglas' body. They were all stupid women indeed!

Shush! Stop ruining my fantasy with sound logic!

Despite the worrying potential for seeing martin in a skintight spangily spandex, I do quite want this for the medical kink + ust.

Realism within the Universe of Torchwood, where aliens can really kill you with sex and live off your orgasmic energy.

Oh my god so much fucking yes!

By worrying you mean enthralling, right? As an acrobat he'd be quite lithe.

He woke up feeling really quite perky about life, he had a quick moving job that morning which would bring him nicely into the black for the month, and then a flight to Turin that afternoon which was luckily cargo only, which meant neither Carolyn nor Arthur would be going - not that he disliked their company, of course not, he had the utmost respect for both of them, sort of, some of the time - but without them he'd get Douglas all to himself and maybe Douglas would even agree to have dinner together in Turin. Martin had a little bit saved up just in case and luckily the pound had bounced back against the euro recently so he might even be able to throw in a glass of wine.

It was an easy moving job too, just picking up boxes from that Big Yellow Self Storage place outside Fitton and taking them to a flat in Grantham Street, so only one set of possible grumbling to deal with rather than two and anyway, the young woman had sounded rather nice on the phone, all fluttery with excitement and he'd got the impression she was moving in with her young man for the first time and her pleasure had rather leaked over to him. He had to admit that there were days when he felt rather jealous that all the world seemed paired off into couples except him - for heaven's sake, even Carolyn had got herself a beau and the less said about Arthur's string of pony club girls the better.

But today was a day when he was happy to wish romance on all the world, and maybe if he was lucky he'd get over the whole hopeless Douglas crush thing and find himself a nice boy, and if he was even luckier the whole gay thing would just be a passing phase and he could still find a nice girl who'd give him that pleasurable flutter in his stomach he currently got from Douglas, because there was no doubt that'd be a whole lot easier when it came to taking someone home to meet mum.

A pretty young woman opened the door for him and he followed her up the stairs as she chattered, clearly excited, and he entered the living room to find not the boyfriend he'd expected but another woman - a sister? a friend helping out? - except she bounced over to the other woman and grabbed her hand and started gesturing to the box and they were - oh, oh - they were like that. Martin could feel his face freezing with surprise because it was one thing to know in theory that there were girls that were like that and quite another to see it in practise, and he didn't understand because neither of them were big or butch or ugly in any way, they were both the sort of girls that would turn the head of Douglas or Arthur and why wouldn't they prefer a nice boy?

And the other woman was glaring at him now, her face hard with suspicion and he realised all his thoughts must have been showing on his face and if he opened his mouth to apologise he just knew he'd splutter out a whole lot of nonsense that would make it all so much worse so he fled back down the stairs instead, and then realised as he leaned against his van that that might not have been a much better reaction after all. Oh god, what was he going to do? It wasn't as if he minded, after all he had no room to talk, he'd just been surprised, that was all.

He spotted a box that wasn't properly closed and there was a vase visible at the top and the house next door had an amazing array of yellow roses tinged pink at the edge spilling out into the street and he was sure the owner would never notice if he clipped a few from the outside, using the handy penknife that he always carried, he knew the value of being prepared. He filled the vase with water from the guest loo and then cautiously reentered the living room, carrying the next box with the vase balanced on top, to find the girls engaged in a tense, quiet argument which they abruptly stopped to turn on him with faces frozen with mistrust.

"A flat-warming gift, for, you know, the two of you."

He bit down on the inside of his lip to stop himself spilling out any further nervous nonsense and before he knew it they were both chattering to him with relieved excitement and helping him carry boxes and telling him all about how they'd met and the taciturn father who hadn't spoken a word to one of them since getting the news and the long-suffering mother of the other who was trying to hard to understand and only thinking of what was best and so sure she hadn't brought her up that way that it was difficult to find any understanding in it at all. At the end he found himself being kissed on a cheek by each of them and heading out the door with an extra twenty pounds pressed into his hand, warm as toast inside from the reflection of their happiness, thinking that maybe a boy of his own really wouldn't be such a bad thing, his mum would just have to learn to cope, honestly she'd put up with worse what with the whole implosion of Simon's marriage over all those affairs on the side. He'd just have to get over Douglas first.

He pulled up at the airfield to see G-ERTI parked outside, the fluffy clouds that had been obscuring the sun parting so that for a moment she was caught in a ray of light against the shadow of the grass, and his breath caught as he stared. Ignoring the portacabin for once, he walked across to her, circling round her first and then laying his hand gently on her fuselage. She was his girl, his one and only, she always had been, it'd just taken him a while to realise. She was his ride into the sky, his escape from the rule of gravity and the two-dimensional disappointment of the earth. And she wasn't second best, it wasn't as if he'd rather fly without her, paragliders and such frankly gave him the heebie-jeebies, they seemed so insubstantial, and he wasn't going to be stepping out of a perfectly functional plane to go sky-diving any time in this lifetime, thank you very much.

He loved the solidity of her, he loved the physics that let her bulk soar as if she was lighter than air itself, he loved the complexity of her controls and the fact that he knew how to weave a way through them to make her climb or dive or simply float in the sky, as if suspended in the vast blueness and yet traveling at hundreds of miles an hour. He loved the checks and procedures and the sense of safety and order that they brought with them and he loved the freedom that came with knowing that he could turn her nose to any corner of the globe and let her fly free.

He stroked his hand over her metal flank and reflected that his life really wasn't all that bad, when you thought about. Oh sure, it wasn't perfect, this wasn't what he'd imagined when he'd first fantasised about being a pilot, this wasn't striding through the corridors of Heathrow in the uniform of an Air England captain or landing the inaugural flight of the Airbus 380 in Sydney. And while he had always sort of known he wasn't going to be the kind of pilot who reached such exalted heights, he had rather expected he'd be good enough to actually get paid for what he did.

But still, he got to do what he loved and not everyone could say that much. He was a pilot and a captain and he got to fly most days, and by now he knew Herc well enough to have heard quite a few stories about life at Air Cal. Honestly, it didn't always sound that great, the same old routes week in and week out, Newcastle to some Spanish airport and back again, but with a different crew each time, little chance to get to know people or make friends, co-pilots hidden away behind newspapers or ipads, and the process of flying limited by fly-by-wire and automated flight controls. Herc had once admitted that he only got to manually operate the plane for about 80 seconds out of a typical two-hour flight.

Say what you like about G-ERTI and her temperamental ways, and while he was at it, Carolyn and her temperamental ways, but each day was different, each destination was different, and he and Douglas really did work with G-ERTI to keep her up in the air. Douglas might call her a difficult old crock heap far too inclined to cry wolf but Martin knew she just got a bit tetchy some days, just like all of them, suffering the aches and pains of life, and he was getting much better at coaxing her to perform in the air rather than diverting in a panic every time.

"Why, Captain, you are rubbing up to our old girl with a particularly besotted look in your eye. Am I interrupting your private time?"

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Prompting Post VI

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Re: Who ordered the flight in the name of Torchwood?

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Re: "Arthur's more about the challenge than the penance"

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scrub, wash, polish and shine.

dat neck

It's Douglas's Birthday...

Re: dat neck

Re: AU: Acrobat!Martin, Physical Therapist! Douglas

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Another AU

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Re: FILL Douglas love 6/8

no subject

Supernatural crossover

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